( cmo ) general rp

[hopes]

play with me! ☆

my character list is here, while my (outdated) rp wishlist is here! go crazy with whatever you wanna throw at me; leave the character you want to thread with in the subject, and i'm cool doing or replying to starters!

body heat / fluff / insomnia / rain / realistic college au / reunion / soulmates / stargazing

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given their luck, I don't blame them

[belligerentwarrior]

[The points pressing into her shoulder are impossible not to notice, but considering that they go no farther than that, it doesn't bother her. Fang's expression turns to gentle concern, but Vanille's already looking away and apologizing before she can say anything.]

[The last month hasn't been easy for either of them. Fang had no proof, but had plenty of suspicions that Vanille's been lurking closer than she said she would. Not that it seemed to alleviate the other's guilt any.]

[Not focusing on that guilt was difficult, just as it was difficult to ignore the cold creeping feeling in her stomach. How had she not caught on to how bad it was before?]

Hey, don't worry your pretty head about it. It was the right call. [Despite how much as Fang wanted to argue otherwise—to prove otherwise. Their time apart let her think a little more clearly about it.] Still is. Dwelling on it's not gonna do any good, you know. We came here to enjoy ourselves, so let's do just that, yeah?

[feigned]

[Vanille can't tell if Fang's intent is well-meaning or admonishing—maybe a little bit of both?—but she knows what the other is trying to get at. if only things had been a little different, if she hadn't already begun transforming... but she's well aware that what's happened has already happened, and they're among the best to understand that.]

I know, it's just... it's been hard. In any other situation, I would run away and forget about it, but... I can't do that to you, Fang. You know I can't.

[there's a poignant pause as the current song comes to an end, then:]

But I'll try. [she attempts a half-smile, her intention well-meaning, even if it is a bit sad.] Okay?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Well-meaning or not, something about her wording and sad-twinged smile made the unease in Fang's gut spread. Vanille deserved better than this; better than what's befallen her in the past, better than what Ryslig offered, and definitely better than what awaited her back home.]

[Taking advantage of the space between songs, the hand at Vanille's waist slips around her back, pulling the younger Pulsian into a hug.] You know this isn't running. We aren't pretending everything just went away.

[At least, Fang isn't. She's been keenly aware that she's one of several humans in a building full of monsters, and that her own transformation could be any day now. Her tone stays encouraging, trying her damnedest to chase that forlorn hint out of Vanille's expression.] There's nothing wrong with enjoying what you've got, when you've got it.

[And that, too, is something they were among the best to understand. So many—too many—pieces of their lives have passed in blinks: family, homes, friends. And apparently, they keep losing each other when they aren't careful.]

slowly makes the rounds on decades old threads...

[feigned]

I almost wish it did.

[though her words retain a hint of melancholy, Vanille's expression, for what it's worth, softens considerably once she hears those reassuring words. she leans into Fang's embrace, folding her wings in—both as a protective measure, as well as an almost intimate one. with their arms still wrapped around each other, she resumes swaying gently as the music starts up once again; her grip is light, so as to avoid nicking Fang again, but the unspoken "I never want to let go" still remains.]

Thank you, Fang.

[belligerentwarrior]

Mhmm. [Fang sways along easily. The knot in her stomach unwinds slightly, but the root of the problem remained; something to deal with later. Vanille's wings were warm and welcome with that draft from outdoors. Fang gently touches her lips to the crown of the gargoyle's head; a reassuring gesture to reassuring words.]

Someone's gotta knock sense into you. [And then her tone shifts to the playful.]